Ok, I know I’m in Denmark right now, and farther than ever from Louisiana, but for the past two nights I’ve had the privilege of enjoying some good old, knee-slapping, toe-tapping, horn-tooting, booty-wiggling, brass-forward New Orleans jazz on the streets of this very Scandinavian town. After finishing a meal of oysters and king crab, Greg and I were lucky enough to saunter down the very street that brought us to this little slice of heaven.
This week is Jazz Fest in Aarhus, and it’s marvelous. Just turn a corner and there’s another venue offering up who knows what sort of it–I’ve seen listings for a solo stand up bass act, trios that rock it Keith Jarret-style, and old timey bluesy with a crooner up in front. I honestly enjoy most any of it, but since it just so happens that after Chicago, New Orleans is my second favorite place in the world, to find a piece of it here is perhaps a little bit for me like being home, just for a few moments.
Tomorrow I’ll post a cute video of an older couple cutting a
rug cobblestone path, but for now it’s bedtime since we have a big (and uncharacteristically early) day tomorrow. Wake up and eat something, go pick up the rental car, and then it’s off to Norway! Drive 2 hours, take a ferry for 4, and then another 2 hours and we’re in Oslo. 🙂 More soon and in case I don’t say it enough, thank you thank you thank you for reading, folks!